"What's the matter, Rose." McVill asked, noticing how upset his sister had been the entire time they were walking through the market area, "Are you still dwelling on what happened back there?" Rose halted in surprise and looked her brother— at McVill.
The dusk seemed gloomier than usual as the sun painted the sky with lazy hues. The market bustled with life as people busied themselves with evening shopping. The food stalls and vegetable vendors were wrapping their sales, loudly announcing discounts to attract the remaining customers from the crowd.
As people passed by, Rose kept staring at her brother with a strange impression, as though something was still gnawing at her from within. She didn't say anything and resumed walking. Her head hung low as she passed him by.
"I asked you a question." McVill said, deepening his tone, "Are you just going to walk away without answering me?"
